All About the Benjamins Page #2

I come in here all the time.

'Cause you're a nickel|and dime hustler...

...looking for the five-finger discount...

...and I have to keep my eyes on you.

Then you know what? I'm a start|goin' to Dwight's...

...'cause you don't laugh|at my jokes or nothin'.

- Dwight who?|- D'wight around your lip.

No. I'm just kiddin', Mr. Sheldon.

Look, my woman gave me|these numbers to play.

15... 30...

37... 38...

45...

47...

15

30

37

38

45... 47

Just hurry up. I got|customers to serve here.

45... 4--

All right.|How much I owe you?

7.50.

7.50.

It's 50, not 7.50.

Mr. Sheldon, man, I'm gonna|kick your ass one day, man.

I seen you comin' out|of the nursing home...

...the other day. I started to--

I'm gonna quit|comin' in here, man.

- Hater, man!|- Later.

Hey, I seen you at the club...

...pimpin' the other night, there, pimpy.

Oh, excuse me!

Don't let me catch your skinny|ass outside, do you hear me?

You know what?|I just got out of the pen...

...for some sh*t like this.

Come on, come on!

Let me get out. Y'all|smell just like Geritol.

Could y'all move?!

You're still talkin' sh*t, b*tch?

Y'all gonna get me f***in' locked up!

Come on, over here.

How was that, Reggie?

Y'all put a little bit|too much on it that time.

The next time, just cut back|on the bullshit talk.

- That way, the scam'll go smoother.|- Right.

You know I know.|I'm a thief.

Bless you, Reggie.|Thank you so much!

Our check didn't come, and we|needed a few extra things.

That's OK. I love you,|Ms. Steinberg.

What are them for?

These are for when|I need to get my freak on!

Watch yourself!|Shake it fast!

Watch yourself!

Show me what you're workin' with!

I said, show me what|you're working with!

I said--|There go the police. Run.

- Oh, run!|- Come on, baby.

Bucum!

Don't you run from me!|Don't you run from me!

Come here!|Come here!

Move! Move it!

Get your ass!

Damn!

You told me to point it|right at that area.

I told you to do your f***ing job...

Fran-f***ing-cesco!

No makeup!

You f***ing twit!|Bloody f***ing Miamians!

You're getting the sack,|and you're on the f***ing dole!

The whole lot of you!|Rank amateurs!

You stink to high f***in' heaven!

F*** Miami!

Mr. Barkley, right.

It's good to see you, sir.

Welcome. You're right on time.

I love that seersucker.|Quite posh.

Hello. Shall we go to the set?

This is beautiful!

What we have here is a world|turned upside down.

We've got mirrors.|We've got reflecting pools.

We've got narcissism.|We've got self-indulgence.

It's all bullshit, isn't it,|really, Mr. Barkley...

...but we're gonna get some|nice photographs, aren't we?

Some nice photographs.

Now the diamonds, please.

Nice and sexy.|Sexy, darling.

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